I will paint my room yellow and hope that the happiness that radiates from such a colour seeps inside of me and sweeps me off my feet to sunshine and safety. I will an embodiment of joy and beam rays of sunshine. The colour will ignite a spark as my blood slowly looses its anger and is turned pure. I will no longer be pretty or thin or fat or ugly, I will simply be yellow. The yellow paint will loosen my rigid bones and rejuvenate my skin so that everything I do reflects the sun and the sand and anything else blessed with the marvellous colour. I will be a shooting star and a daisy, I will no longer be able to feel 'blue'. The happiness will sweep through my body and destroy reds and blacks and greys. My lungs will grow daisies and my words will be frail fragments of the colour inside of me. Daffodils will be spilled out of my mouth and stored in vases incased in people's hearts. I will be the smell of lemons and the smile on a sunny day. I will paint my room yellow and let the sunlight find me.
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